Day 26 of Winter 514AV
Night was cold this time around; the wind ruffled his grey fur and tendrils of icy air managed to get to his skin every now and then, though not for too long. Fortunately, the activity of flying was more than enough to make him feel really warm, even though Winter had begun to set in for real already. Most of his kin had found a nice place to roost, wrap themselves in their leathery wings and sleep for a long season, hibernating and surviving the cold grip of Morwen. A great plan, sounding even better when one considered the lack of insects flying around during the cold season.
However, that was not to say there weren't any bugs around, there actually were, not a lot, but still. Moths did fly out during these days, not the same ones that were active in Spring and Summer, but moths all the same. They could be found in the forest-like parts of the Misty Peaks, and that was where the bat was zig-zagging through the trees right now, evading them with ease thanks to his echolocation. That nifty tool was also the reason he could spot the little bugs, and track them without effort. They could not escape his sound waves, echoes would betray their position and give Brandon all the information he needed.
Flapping his spread-out digits, Brandon soared through the peaks, maneuvering with ease and closing in on a bug fast. It heard him, no doubt, his wings were not the quietest of all flying animals, but Brandon did not think it was something to be ashamed about. At least he could fly without being a bird, and he could do it better than those feathery fiends too. There was nothing that he could not 'see' in the dark, there was no flier better in doing the acrobatic stunts of maneuverability than a bat. The bug could try and get away by zig-zagging as fast as it could, hoping to confuse the flying Kelvic, but it was no use, Brandon mimicked its movements and continued his pursuit, snapping his jaw closed around the creature only ticks later, consuming his prey in mid-air.
* * *
Dawn was starting to creep closer, and Brandon found that while he hadn't eaten enough to still the hunger he'd be suffering from on a Spring day, it had filled his belly since he'd eaten bread before going out. The location where he'd left his equipment was found rather easily -the bat hadn't strayed more than two miles from it- and clothes, tools and weaponry was retrieved from the hole in the rock -a small cave. Once the garments were warming his body and leather boots protected his feet, the Kelvic headed back to Lhavit, wary and growing weary, though not overly so. The path to Lhavit was one littered with crags and steep slopes, a hike that was somewhat troublesome, but at the same time it was freeing. The cool air, the effort... the way he just had to let his body work and carry him back to the tranquil Port while he drifted off into his own mind and thought about lots of things that both bothered him and amused him. Much like his strolls through the city really, or flying around. It relieved the thief of some stress, which was always great.
Before Syna had been able to take a peak over the horizon, Brandon's feet had brought him to the port already, which was still bustling with activity. Lhavitian activity, that is. Visitors were asleep during these times, and it were the Charoda and other folks employed by the Port itself that were at work; doing repairs or bring supplies.
A moment was taken as Brandon stared at the rolling waves, crashing into itself or the docks and breaking down in white foam, the sound of the tides omnipresent. The moist salty air, made him thirsty, and somewhat hungry too, but it could have been the result of seeing the illuminated windows of the pubs located at the docks, crowded with sailors and people who liked hanging out with them. With a sigh, Brandon gave in to temptation, striding to the nearest building, one that was rowdy and the noise they made inside could be heard clearly outside. A smile split his lips and a glance was shot to his surroundings, a habit he often caught himself doing. For a tick, the feeling of being watched flooded his senses, but he shrugged it off right away. It was possibly some jealous seaman, wanting to indulge in the jolliness of the pub, but not able to, since his shift had not yet ended.
Another grin, a shake of his head accompanying it and then he pushed open the door, letting the noise flow over him like a tidal wave as he stepped inside.
Night was cold this time around; the wind ruffled his grey fur and tendrils of icy air managed to get to his skin every now and then, though not for too long. Fortunately, the activity of flying was more than enough to make him feel really warm, even though Winter had begun to set in for real already. Most of his kin had found a nice place to roost, wrap themselves in their leathery wings and sleep for a long season, hibernating and surviving the cold grip of Morwen. A great plan, sounding even better when one considered the lack of insects flying around during the cold season.
However, that was not to say there weren't any bugs around, there actually were, not a lot, but still. Moths did fly out during these days, not the same ones that were active in Spring and Summer, but moths all the same. They could be found in the forest-like parts of the Misty Peaks, and that was where the bat was zig-zagging through the trees right now, evading them with ease thanks to his echolocation. That nifty tool was also the reason he could spot the little bugs, and track them without effort. They could not escape his sound waves, echoes would betray their position and give Brandon all the information he needed.
Flapping his spread-out digits, Brandon soared through the peaks, maneuvering with ease and closing in on a bug fast. It heard him, no doubt, his wings were not the quietest of all flying animals, but Brandon did not think it was something to be ashamed about. At least he could fly without being a bird, and he could do it better than those feathery fiends too. There was nothing that he could not 'see' in the dark, there was no flier better in doing the acrobatic stunts of maneuverability than a bat. The bug could try and get away by zig-zagging as fast as it could, hoping to confuse the flying Kelvic, but it was no use, Brandon mimicked its movements and continued his pursuit, snapping his jaw closed around the creature only ticks later, consuming his prey in mid-air.
* * *
Dawn was starting to creep closer, and Brandon found that while he hadn't eaten enough to still the hunger he'd be suffering from on a Spring day, it had filled his belly since he'd eaten bread before going out. The location where he'd left his equipment was found rather easily -the bat hadn't strayed more than two miles from it- and clothes, tools and weaponry was retrieved from the hole in the rock -a small cave. Once the garments were warming his body and leather boots protected his feet, the Kelvic headed back to Lhavit, wary and growing weary, though not overly so. The path to Lhavit was one littered with crags and steep slopes, a hike that was somewhat troublesome, but at the same time it was freeing. The cool air, the effort... the way he just had to let his body work and carry him back to the tranquil Port while he drifted off into his own mind and thought about lots of things that both bothered him and amused him. Much like his strolls through the city really, or flying around. It relieved the thief of some stress, which was always great.
Before Syna had been able to take a peak over the horizon, Brandon's feet had brought him to the port already, which was still bustling with activity. Lhavitian activity, that is. Visitors were asleep during these times, and it were the Charoda and other folks employed by the Port itself that were at work; doing repairs or bring supplies.
A moment was taken as Brandon stared at the rolling waves, crashing into itself or the docks and breaking down in white foam, the sound of the tides omnipresent. The moist salty air, made him thirsty, and somewhat hungry too, but it could have been the result of seeing the illuminated windows of the pubs located at the docks, crowded with sailors and people who liked hanging out with them. With a sigh, Brandon gave in to temptation, striding to the nearest building, one that was rowdy and the noise they made inside could be heard clearly outside. A smile split his lips and a glance was shot to his surroundings, a habit he often caught himself doing. For a tick, the feeling of being watched flooded his senses, but he shrugged it off right away. It was possibly some jealous seaman, wanting to indulge in the jolliness of the pub, but not able to, since his shift had not yet ended.
Another grin, a shake of his head accompanying it and then he pushed open the door, letting the noise flow over him like a tidal wave as he stepped inside.
credit goes to Estrellir Konrath
At first it was supposed to be a shady-looking hooded man, but for some reason it changed to a shady-looking woman 
